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Inkling and Itch
03:24
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Looking for David Lynch
By the Pabst Blue Ribbon sign
So quiet, I flinch
Waiting for some Frankenstein
But the bar’s simply dead
The only action in my head
There’s no grabbing the gun
No hit and run
No safe to crack
No goon to whack
No one last score
No bashing the door
No “Make my day”
No getaway
No rolling in the ditch
Just an inkling and an itch
Wall myself in
Brick by brick, three feet thick
Like it’s East Berlin
Hiding from the Bolsheviks
I wall myself in
So I can break out again
But there’s no keyhole to peep
No secrets to keep
No covert op
No crooked cop
No storming the beach
No shoring the breach
No getting the girl
No saving the world
No taking from the rich
Just an inkling and an itch
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2. |
Half a Man
02:29
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I see the wires hanging from the wall
For a switch I never could repair
The screen door that took me all day to install
Is just hanging there
The trim I bought last year
Is in the garage somewhere, somewhere
And everywhere, everywhere
I’m painfully aware
That I’m trying to keep the planet
From spinning itself apart
And I’m not the man to fix it
I’m just not that smart
With my hands
Why would I kick myself for what I’m not and who I am
When there’s a whole house to make me feel like half a man
A man’s expectations are strong
DIY and do it all wrong
For the expense
Owning makes sense
But with skills like mine, skills like mine
Baby I was born to rent
Why would I kick myself for what I’m not and who I am
When there’s a whole house to make me feel like half a man
When there’s a whole house to make me feel like half a man
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It’s blue sky for days
A thousand feet above the haze
Sun’s a penny a pound
But we’ll keep to the ground
Here on Greyney Street again
On the fence since who knows when
Don’t fret ‘bout what to bring
Grey goes with everything
Here on Greyney Street again
It beats the rain, we all pretend
Have a cuppa, have no fear
There are no shadows here
We gave up sun for Lent
Mildew comes with the rent
And you don’t need to drive
With the sun in your eyes
Here on Greyney Street again
On the fence since who knows when
Don’t fret ‘bout what to bring
Grey goes with everything
Here on Greyney Street again
It beats the rain, we all pretend
Have a cuppa, have no fear
There are no shadows here
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Grass
02:54
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Tend the hungry green
Spread the lime and seed
Clean away the moss
Clear away the weeds
Oh, what was it that we swore
For deeds done long before
And all the grass grows o’er?
Four score and evermore
Shore of “of, by, for”
And all the grass grows o’er
Tend the tender green
Near to loved ones seen
Scene of memories made
O’er countless Saturdays
Oh, what was in that motion
Full measure of devotion
The full sense of the quote?
Four score and evermore
Shore of “of, by, for”
And all the grass grows o’er
And all the grass grows o’er
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In My Mind
01:54
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When you hear me mumbling away
In conversations rehearsed and replayed
In my mind
Be kind
Mine’s not a meaningful stare
Don’t read into what isn’t there
In my mind
It’s benign
It’s just I’m holding the world
In my mind
Thoughts straight, rolled up and curled
In my mind
Behind still and distant eyes
In the car I just keep driving straight
Way too far but it’s always too late
In my mind
Autodrive
I’ve never eaten alone
Legions are making a home
In my mind
But I’m fine
It’s just I’m holding the world
In my mind
Thoughts straight, rolled up and curled
In my mind
Behind still and distant eyes
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Did you ever see The Days of Wine and Roses?
I think we can catch the place ‘fore it closes
Does that sound all right?
Not too sweet for a sultry night?
Well it might, it might, it might
It might, it might, it might
Muttering Mother, Father Hedonic
A couple chronically out of tonic
Top down riding roughshod over subtler pleasures
Father and mother leaving gutters in the ledgers
Did you ever see The Days of Wine and Roses?
I think we can catch the place ‘fore it closes
Cockeyed and kissed
With a flick of the wrist and a twisted tryst
Nuzzle and guzzle, suckle and buckle
Make way for plenty of headroom
I’m glad we’ve moved the TV to the bedroom
Have you ever seen The Days of Wine and Roses?
What it displays and what it exposes?
Does that sound ‘bout right?
Not too sweet for a sultry night?
Well it might, it might, it might
It might, it might, it might
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